Poor Inspector Tibbett! Once again, he is attempting to have a nice vacation. And once again, Crime has a different idea. This time, Tibbett and his cheerful wife, Emmy, are lazing on a friend's yacht, tacking from one little English sea-town to the next, and it should all be delicious indolence . . . except that Henry can't stop thinking about death. Well, one death in particular. The death of a local sailor. And he especially can't stop thinking about it when it starts looking as though the drowned sailor is somehow connected to the robbery at a nearby manor-house. As with so many of the books in this series, much of the pleasure lies in the setting's timelessness: It's officially 1961 for The Sunken Sailor, but in Berrybridge Haven, and on England's peaceful waterways, it is time out of mind.